King's Landing Nottingham

Chapter 665 Brother, Don’t Kill Me

Chapter 0665 brother, don't kill me

How much money did Paris Saint-Germain spend to persuade the old Messi to promote the transfer of the Argentine?

This is a big problem, and Wei Xun doesn't want to continue to find out the truth. It's good to find someone to check the old Messi's recent salary card payment.

Or through some friends in the Nottingham banking circle, check how much money the old Macy has spent recently, and you can roughly calculate a ratio.

The old Messi sneezed twice in a row in his rented apartment. For some reason, the frequency of his sneezing has suddenly increased a lot recently.

"Dear, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, let's continue, I've rested, and I'll buy you a house in a while."

Old Macy made another promise to the woman lying next to him, and afterward, the whole room began to sing in harmony and respect.

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"Boss, the brothers have thoroughly investigated. That woman is a widow, but she is actually quite pitiful. The man died early, and he has no children..."

For some reason, Hansen suddenly became sympathetic and sympathetic, and immediately said a bunch of nonsense to Wei Xun and Barabara.

"Don't talk about these, some of them don't talk about the key points directly."

"Yes, boss..."

Hansen, who was in front of the phone, immediately made a posture of standing at attention, bending his legs and lowering his waist. It's a pity that Wei Xun couldn't see this respectful look.

"This woman's biggest dream is to own a house of her own in the Nottingham area, but she is a teacher herself, and buying a villa is out of reach for her, so the brothers think it should be It was the old Messi who used some tricks to deceive her..."

Hansen boldly stated his inference, which was the conclusion of the collective consultation of members of the security company's think tank. They made bold assumptions, carefully verified them, and were quite responsible.

"Our people went to the community where this woman lived and conducted some inquiries about her neighbors. The woman we entered in the name of the census happened to be away from home at the time. She had a good reputation and did not seem like a A greedy person, so buying such a luxurious villa is most likely not her voluntary request."

During the War of Resistance Against Japan, these street gangsters were the best at scouting news in China. Isn't it the same in England?

Hansen quickly faxed some of the information they collected, and Wei Xun carefully looked through their previous records and the key evidence for drawing conclusions.

"Hansen, find two people to stare at old Messi, and beat him if you have the chance. By the way, try to find some new faces so that he doesn't notice anything."

Wei Xun quickly made up his mind that life was the most important thing for old Macy, who smoked, prostituted and gambled.

Ask Hansen to find two gangsters to block the old Macy in a dead end, with a switchblade in his hand, and scare the old Macy well, maybe this guy will do it himself.

"Understood, Boss, don't worry about my work. Although I haven't done this kind of work for a long time, I just took in a few new brothers and asked them to test the water..."

It's true that Hansen has washed his hands of gold for a long time, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have a channel to do this kind of thing.

It's just to scare people, not for real.

"Hmph, Paris Saint-Germain, I want to see if it's you who dare to poach our Notts County club."

The local tyrants of Qatar have not taken over Paris yet, so you dare to play this kind of operation. If the big local tyrants come, you will not go against the sky?
As long as Paris Saint-Germain poach Messi away in this way, then Notts County will not have a day of peace this summer.

"This hole must not be opened!"

Wei Xun slammed his clenched fist on his desk, lifted the lid of the teacup, and a few mischievous drops of tea also jumped out of the control of the teacup.

At the same time, Old Macy and the Widow had already left the room, and were walking arm in arm on the streets of Nottingham.

Anyway, his wife is not here, and he is getting older, so he doesn't look so much like his son, otherwise, Old Messi would never dare to come out to hang out so blatantly.

The actions of Hansen and others were undoubtedly swift. As soon as Old Macy separated from the pretty widow, several burly men followed quietly.

"Number two, he went in your direction..."

"Received, received, over!"

A wretched man hiding under the display screen in the mall put his collar to his mouth, whispered a few words, and then quickly followed the complacent old Messi who was still whistling. .

"Good poetry, good poetry, you have to be happy when you are happy in life, don't let Jin... woo woo woo..."

Attending a few classes at Nottingham Middle School, Cheng's Lao Moxi hadn't finished reciting a sentence before he was put in a sack.

"Nottingham Police Station reported the case, we are plainclothes, don't panic, what should we do?"

A tall, upright man took out a standard police ID in England, showed it off to the commotional crowd, and then quickly put it back in his breast pocket.

To be honest, at this speed, no one could see clearly what was written on his certificate.

The most fundamental thing is that this is a false testimony, which cannot be seen.

But they pushed the old Macy into a serious police car issued by the Nottingham Police Station. The driver was an old policeman from the neighborhood.

"It's gone, it's old Pete."

A sharp-eyed old man recognized the policeman driving as Old Pete, and then the rioting crowd gradually subsided, as if nothing happened.

"Woooooooo..."

The old Messi, who was covered in a sack, was weak when he struggled, so he had no strength to struggle, so he could only let these big men do whatever they wanted.

"Boss, he has a lot of money in his wallet, let's get rid of him."

A somewhat sharp voice suddenly came out, making old Messi break out in a cold sweat.

"I just found love, why is it going to be wiped out so soon?"

"Good idea, Simpson. We just need a fund for activities. We dragged him to the beach, watered him with cement, and then found a boat and threw him on the bottom of the sea without anyone noticing."

The words of "Boss" made the old Messi feel that his lower body was no longer in control. He felt that there was a hard object pressing against his neck. If he moved a little, he would die.

At this time, a strong desire to survive came up. Although the old Messi was covered with a head, his hands were not tied, and there was nothing stuffed in his mouth.

"Brother, don't kill me, please, don't kill me, I'm rich, my son is rich, our chairman is even richer, a lot of money, as long as you let me go, the money is yours... "

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(End of this chapter)